1918© Music by Lyrics by Harold Weeks and Oliver G. Wallace
Oliver G. Wallace * London, England Aug 6, 1887
† Los Angeles, Ca Sep 15, 1963
Harold Weeks * 1893
The song was composed in 1917 and first recorded in 1918.
Camel trappings jingle, harp strings sweetly tingle,
with a sweet voice mingle, underneath the stars;
singing memories are bringing,
temple bells are ringing calling me a far.
Shades of night are falling, nightingales are calling,
every heart enthralling, underneath the stars;
Sighing, like the night wind dying, soft my heart is
crying for my love afar.
Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan,
Hindustan, where the painted peacock spread his fan,
Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across
the sand, Hindustan, where I met her and the world began.
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